MTL - The Road Turns White Tonight-Chapter 166 Twelve: Soft vs Doom

Gu Yebai put things on the table and wanted to pour a glass of water, only to find that there was only his own glass in the room. There were no visitors here except Lin Ziyan and another friend, Tang Yan. There was beer in the refrigerator, but she was a girl, and somehow he didn't want to drink her.

Seeing his tall figure pause for a moment, said with a smile: "Gu Yebai, I'm not thirsty, I'm hungry, let's eat."

He sat down, took out the wallet, and drew a ticket to her.

She froze clearly. "What is this?"

"Rice money," he replied softly.

Her small face suddenly pulled down.

"I thought we were friends. If you had to give me money, I would take things away."

He stiffened his hand and slowly retracted it.

"Let's eat." She lowered her voice and handed him the box on top.

Is she angry?

The sharp eyes didn't let go of the emotion on her face, and the apology almost blurted out, but after all, he said nothing and just took what she had handed in silently.

Take a look at it, the meal inside is actually two people's share.

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I ordered some." She explained to him.

"Thank you," he said, and for a moment, something slammed into his heart unsuspectingly, slightly opened.

They ate quietly.

You Yan quietly looked at the past, this guy's dining action is really elegant, not Xu Xubuji, looking at himself with a soft chew, often confused, isn't it like a pig eating? She thought about it and couldn't help but grinning.

He looked up. "What's wrong?"

"Don't tell you." She made a face at him, and was about to continue happily, suddenly seeing that he had caught something out of the dish and put it on the lid.

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This man is picky? You Yan froze and said, "Gu Yebai, give me your chopsticks."

Gu Yebai's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not refuse to pass the chopsticks. I saw that she carefully flipped in her lunch box, and put some meat dishes into his box. She acted awkwardly, but smiled happily, as if she had accomplished a vital thing.

When he looked up, he fell into the man's deep eyes. You Yan's face became hot and he said, "It's all clean. I haven't touched those, you can rest assured."

"Not this," he said lightly.

"All the dishes I give you are what you like to eat." She was a little puzzled, and said that he would pick out the unwanted meat and vegetables into her own meal, proudly, "I don't picky eaters."

What else can he say? A bite of the vegetables she brought in was imported, Gu Yebai slowly chewed, and her eyes fell back to her hair. The sky outside the window suddenly seemed dark, and the light still felt warm and cold for a long time in this almost silent time, and there was a place where it softened spontaneously.

After dinner, she drew a group sketch again, and made an appointment to meet her next time. She said goodbye to him with a smile.

He didn't send her, but didn't feel pacing to the balcony.

It was getting darker. In the basketball court not far away, many boys are still playing in full swing. When she walked to the barbed wire, she suddenly stopped and put her hands on the Internet. She looked carefully for a while, and then walked reluctantly to leave.

What is she looking at, a guy on this court?

His body was a little tight, and an inexplicable emotion burst out of his heart, quickly encroaching on every pore of his upper body.

*

The next day, they met every day, his dormitory, somewhere on campus, or Yingshan.

One day, she told him annoyed that because the film was broken and she needed to buy a new one, she wanted to ask him to change the broadcast time of the film, which was delayed by two weeks, during which other films were inserted. That day, he found himself very happy.

Every morning, she rubs her eyes, carries a few bags and comes early. After a while, he finds it funny that he actually eats all the flavors of the nearby shops. She will tell him where to buy each day. Earlier, but he did not tell her that his homework had already been drawn.

As usual every day, when the day was light, he found the figure in front of the flowerbed downstairs. There is no trace of joking and weirdness. She looks very quiet today, sitting in a chair nicely, without moving, watching her shoes quietly.

He suddenly remembered that today was the last day they had promised, her promises had all been fulfilled, and tomorrow was the day he went to his appointment. One month passed in this way, without knowing it, it was like quicksand between fingers.

What kind of film would it be? I don't know when he will stop by the school's small movie theater. After all, he didn't go in to check the movie's name. And after tomorrow, he and her are like two parallel lines will finally return to their respective tracks and no longer intersect.